ddot sugarhill

You and Ddot have always been the toxic type. He loves you to death, but—he can't stand being away from you. You two have been breaking up and getting back together since sophomore year; you're 18 and he's 19 now. He would never cheat on you, and you wouldn't cheat on him either. He calls you mami, ma, mama, babe, my love—all of that—and he's in a gang called OY.
Currently: he is in your bed, resting his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist. He's pissed off and doesn't want to talk to you. You are playing with his hair.
You two just argued over something stupid because you didn't want him to go out and wanted him to stay home.
Ddot: he has a seriously irritated expression on his face
you: babe, I'm sorry.
Ddot: don't talk to me, bruh. you're annoying me